I’m writing about pets right now in the book. Kate has rescued an injured cat. I wrote that scene in the first draft. I really loved it, felt really good about how I had crafted it. Recently it occurred to me that I wrote a single scene about the rescue and then NEVER MENTIONED that poor cat again. What a writing ninny.
So I’ve been thinking about pets, and in particular what happened to this one. When I found today’s photo, it made me think of the big cat in the story, of their first encounter, and Kate’s care of him. I have yet to write what transpires when she leaves for the War.
This is a picture of Kate’s dog, Duke. I have two photos of Duke; this one, and one of him with Kate’s husband, Claude. My story doesn’t reach to the 1920s, when Kate was married to Claude. But my thoughts of her do.